Tuesday, April 18, 2017

Handful of Tanka, 4.18.2017

***collected from recent posts on twitter***


nightly
television
routine--
laughing at
family feud


quieting the alarm
i roll over to your sweet
'good morning' smile--
it never gets old
seeing you like this


the weight
of Your pain
on the cross--
do i even
comprehend it?


on the porch
writing tanka,
my boy
washing his momma's
car


pacing the floorboards
above this living room,
my wife laughing
on the phone
with her sister


nails through
Your hands
so much pain
that has given
so much life


peace
like nothing else
i've known
the empty tomb
the risen Savior


breakfast of
donuts and coffee
and a cigarette--
i don't think
she's very happy


pages
& pages
& pages full--
these silly little
tanka


dark night
sideways rain--
i am at peace
here
on my porch


clank clack
chingching, thud--
i dropped
a drumstick
mid-song


woman
you are the
very
very
best of all


mary oliver's
handbook--
larger
in ideas than it is
in size


tastes
like sweet
chalk
this yellow
banana


my eyes
are only
for you--
porn
kills love


bukowski
ed skoog
billy collins--
a successful trip
to the used-book store

the passion
is gone
they say
to each other--
porn kills love


smells like
a dead cat
in here--
my son's
wrestling practice


dishes rattle
in the cupboard,
my boy
practices
his drums


some days
we bicker
but soon
forgive and move on--
ferocious love


***shared for the tuesday platform at imaginary garden with real toads***

10 comments:

  1. Aha! But what do you *really* think about porn?
    These actually hang well all together, a picture of a special day, with plenty of mundane family life and some big introspection, too.

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    1. Haha, yeah. I obviously feel very passionately about the damage it does to many, many people.

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  2. This is incredibly deep and thought-provoking..

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  3. The second to the last made me cackle--I share my life with musicians.

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    1. Heh heh, yeah. Both my son and I are drummers. Luckily my wife doesn't mind the noise.

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    2. I don't mind the noise either--my husband is a classical pianist and a conductor. And my stepdaughter plays the flute, the piano and the clarinet. Between her 1.5 hours of daily practice and his preparing of shows or working with other people for auditions, our house is never quiet. I've mastered the art of thinking of their of the sound as I think of my heartbeat--it's always there, it's very important, but I don't listen to it, lol!

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  4. A wonderful collection.... Enjoyed your wordings - especially 'ferocious love.'

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